One of the hardest things to emphasize to my kids when I have them, is how amazed they should be at the connectedness of our world. I REALLY don’t want to walk around always saying, “IT WAS NEVER LIKE THIS WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE!” but I really want them to have a wonder and… Continue reading On speaking easy… into magic
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On speaking easy
People who complain about words like ratchet reappearing in the lexicon with a different meaning just don’t care or know how language works. It’s taken me a long time to be able to accept this idea, but words do not control our world. We make our words! We give them all the power they have. A… Continue reading On speaking easy
On remembering
My memories are the heat of your body, My memories are the animal breathing of the night we drove hours to meet somewhere in the middle. My memories are like secrets that every lover knows
on the weight of salt
out there on the muggy shores of the dead sea,I felt the ground shake and move beneath me. out there in black mud and heavy air,salt dissolved and itched and tangled my hair. I went there to be moved and out in the desert,Pangaea herself seemed to tremble with hurt. With purpose I fled to… Continue reading on the weight of salt
On parent problems and how you can’t escape them
I find myself baffled in my defeat, having stayed on guard and defensive for all possible sorts of daddy issued dilemmas, only to be blindsided by a plethora of ideas I hadn’t even considered. Having worked my hardest to find balance against common themes of insecurity and the compensation of male validation in my teenage… Continue reading On parent problems and how you can’t escape them
On parents
The mortality and death of one, instantly highlights the limitations and finality of the other. My mother’s actions and presence are a constant taunting reminder of the way time passes unnoticed and one day will sweep her away into memory. Her mothering is ever present in the lacking space of my fathering, and it puffs… Continue reading On parents
On balance
If my head were to Open down the middle From the pressure implied by Lover and loved and the books I haven’t finished, If I were to open and spill I wonder What kinds of things undigested, undiminished, Would scatter and tumble out: the jokes i forgot to tell you tangled in my memories of… Continue reading On balance
on finishing
I had completely forgotten, until I woke up, that today is my very last day of classes. A year ago I thought this day would LITERALLY never arrive. I have had multiple breakdowns in the course of the past few years, sobbing into my mom’s lap that I will never ever be able to finish… Continue reading on finishing
I and the Robot
me with all my pulpy parts, and you stand there so shiny and sterile. feelings feel like how dirty feels, and the robot, algorithms, cogs turning wheels. I go with guts that bleed so messy, its risks are cut crisp, it’s the precision that gets me. while i flail in broad and fluttered strokes, the… Continue reading I and the Robot
on windsheilds
we sit in metal traps:we feel safe,having guarded ourselves with vinyl and glass. to keep the forests alive,we set fire to the yellow fieldsand every summer instead of warmthit’s just heat the fire yields.we feel safe in metal trapsspeeding along behind plates of glass,lying to ourselves with safety straps.
Garbanzo Bae 